Devil X King Dice Novels & Stories

He smiled to himself as he watched his son moved a piece around the board. "Your turn," Elijah said as he handed his father the dice. "If you tank this throw, I win, and you'll have to treat me like a king for a day," he grinned. "That's not gonna happen. I'm definitely gonna win," Dorian said before blowing on them for good luck which made Elijah chuckle. The dice rolled across the board before landing on two and one. "Come on!," Dorian let out. "I win!," shouted Elijah as he stood and did a victory dance.

Several girls giggle. "Great. Let's start with your notes. I'm pretty sure you know the stories to our formation, and that you all have studied and taken the Werewolf Studies examinations. I have the papers and they have been graded. These will add into your votings. However for this class, you will learn about how the royals rule, their laws and agendas. We'll begin with unit 1, King Stoic, the third." "The King is more famous as King Alexander's father and he is known to have been one of the most soft hearted Alpha King. While his reign flourished however, chaos brewed underground." The professor began to summarize the chapter as if telling us a bed time story.

“You got it.” King stepped forward, and to a man, they remembered – yet again – that in a room of fucking badasses, and trained-up killers, and hardcore alphas, King remained… well. The king. He was literally and figuratively head-and-shoulders above any and all of them, even Ice, and nobody looking at him ever thought any different. Compared to King, everyone was a rank amateur, and for the hundredth time, The Road Devils thanked Christ that this man was on their side.

Father says simply. “And?” I ask tightly. “And she was not here.” A muscle jumps in Father’s jaw. “It was almost like he felt it. Asked to see her room. One sniff at her clothes, he knew who she had been with.” “Who?” Colin rubs the bridge of his nose and exhales again. Slow. Heavy. Then his eyes meet mine. “Their king. Maximus Valencia,” he says. "Wait..what. They have a king?" "Apparently they do" father continues “He is… a pureblood. Said to be the most powerful vampire alive. Some say he can kill without even raising a hand. Was born with… abilities. Powers. Others tremble in his presence.”

No sooner had the words left my lips than the doors to the hall were pushed opened and in came none other than Rihero Von Palestine, the Dragon King. He was dressed in all black from head to toe, with a black suite that had a golden dragon embroidered on the left side. He wore black pants and a black shirt underneath and his midnight black hair hung open to his hips. His dark eyes were completely devoid of light as he came to a stand in front of me and I couldn’t help but notice how we contrasted each other. Light and Darkness. Fire and Ice. “Happy eighteenth birthday, my Lady.” He gave a small bow before taking my outstretched arm and placing a kiss on the back of my hand. “You look stunnin

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“Oh, my cugino, I hope you will enjoy my small gift. You’re a family man now but I know deep inside, you’re still itching for that action.” Sol resisted widening his smirk before walking towards us and stopped in front of the man. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and forced him to look at the former don of the Di Angelo family. “Open your eyes and take a good fucking look, Dylan Ross.” I whispered in his ear. He winced at the pain my hand brought to his scalp. “You are in front of the man who owned the name you uttered. My cousin. My brother. The King of the Mafia.”

"Not so fast Ash, there's something we needed to discuss with the Alpha King." Her father murmured against her ear. A man in his fifties with light brown hair and slightly heavier body than normal. While her mother is fit and stands straight with dark hair and a wonderful smile playing in her lips, I thought Ashley took her features from both of them being mixed. "Good evening Alpha King Jack! Happy to see you again." Mister Snipes moved forward and shake hands with my father. "This is my son prince Vincent, the one I was telling you about since our last meeting."

Devon and Valerius, locked in a fierce duel, battled with the fury of their opposing convictions. “You fight for a tyrant, Valerius!” Devon roared, parrying a blow that would have cleaved his flank. “You blind yourself to the truth Elias is peddling!” Valerius, though grim, was resolute. “I fight for order, Alpha Devon. Elias maintains the King’s authority. Your defiance is rebellion, plain and simple.”

Inside were two skulls. “That belongs to Duncan Thornevale and his mate, Arianna Greystone, the one we all know as the devil,” Valoreth said. The murmurs grew louder. Eyes moved frantically from one person to another as they stared. Valoreth raised his voice above the noise. “He was weak. And weakness, in this realm, is death. He was a king who placed love above legacy. A king who let a mere girl pull his leash. For that, the realm fell.”